“Can ye stand up?”
“In a minute.”
“Pretty nigh the rocks that time.”
“He––had a grip like iron.”
“Better keep out in the open sea where ye can be seen.”
Wilson struggled up and, except for a biting pain in his throat, soon felt himself again.
“Where’s Danbury?” he asked.
“Dunno. But we can’t stop to look for him. That gang has gone wild. Guess we’ve pretty nigh cleaned out the place an’ now they are runnin’ free.”
“Won’t Otaballo reach here soon?”